Shadowwyn Moor so it's cautiously into the dark

suliya moved with quiet grace, her steps deliberate as she approached the man who bore the scent of ice diver. his cordial tone was met with a softening of her own features, a flicker of warmth that rarely found its place among the demands of their life. the pride with which he spoke of his wife did not go unnoticed, and it brought a small, fleeting smile to her lips.

ridgeback, she repeated, inclining her head slightly in acknowledgment, the name rolling off her tongue with ease. i am suliya. she spoke simply, her voice steady, carrying the weight of her identity without embellishment.

her greyed gaze held his for a moment, assessing but not unkind. it is good to meet you, formally... she added after a beat, her words sincere, though brief. the pause that followed was not uncomfortable; she allowed the stillness of the night to fill the space between them, her presence neither imposing nor withdrawn.

how long have you run with saatsine?